Maybe it’s because I grew up around them, have memories of scaling red dirt cliffs and gazing at dry valleys filled with them, but hoodoos are nostalgic; feel hot, feel lonesome, feel aweinspiring. Maybe this feeling of awe is also why the Blackfoot and Cree “believed them to be petrified giants who come alive at night to hurl rocks at intruders.”_{http://www.traveldrumheller.com/hoodoos.html}